There is a luxurious cruise ship parked in the port, and its snow-white exterior paint is particularly bright against the backdrop of the sun and waves. Fang Daichuan flicked the tie clip on his chest, where a tiny microphone was hidden. He was wearing a formal three-piece suit with a narrow waist and long straight legs. The makeup artist skillfully glued his drooping eyes into narrow parallel eyes, which against his thin face looked particularly malicious.
He got out of the luxury car, and while walking in, he casually adjusted the cuff buttons that matched the color of his tie, glanced around calmly, and raised his legs to step up the steps.
"Hey, why don't you say that he's an actor, and he raised his hand and swayed his waist, he looks like a rich man and a gentle scum." The little policeman in the car in the distance stared at the monitor and sighed.
Another police officer curled his lips: "Such a good acting skill, such long legs, why can't he be popular?"
"You're unlucky," the police officer smiled. "You can get a life-and-death game by just taking a car, which shows that you're very lucky."
As they were talking, Fang Daichuan had already boarded the boat. A female policeman followed him, disguised as a female companion, half assistant and half monitor, wearing a skirt that exposed half of his chest, holding his right hand, smiling like a flower. Fang Daichuan put his right hand in his trouser pocket, chatting and laughing with the beauties around him all the way, and his walking posture was full of waves.
"This must be Mr. Qin!" As soon as he entered the hall, someone inside greeted him and stretched out his hands, "When did Mr. Qin return to China? I said earlier that I would get together with you. You have a lot of people, and now I finally have a chance. I It's Lu Jiu from the co-worker."
Fang Daichuan curled his lips into a smile, stretched out his hand to shake each other's hands, and only offered three fingertips as a symbolic alms.
"It's you, I know you. The old man called a few days ago and insisted on coming back. When he came back, he shut up and chattered at home, leaving me free, but today he ran out, so we brothers can chat well." Fang Daichuan patted his shoulders.
"Hey, hey!" Lu Jiu nodded hurriedly. He turned his eyes and saw two large suitcases pushed by the waiter behind him, "Where are your two rooms? I'll let them bring your luggage in, Tang Young, Sister Zhu and the others are all here, can you go over and say hello?"
Fang Daichuan raised his eyebrows: "No, I just returned to China, and the jet lag has not reversed yet. I don't know them well, so I'll go back and rest first, and I'll recommend you when I'm tired after dinner."
Lu Jiu hurriedly said: "Please do as you please, I will pay you for the wine and send it in, you two have a good rest."
"You're pretty good at acting," entered the elevator, and the female police officer leaned over his shoulder and smiled coquettishly, her voice was small but calm, "I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat, are you smart?"
Fang Daichuan curled his lower lip casually, put his ear on her ear tip and said with a smile: "After all, after graduating from Chinese opera, I can't ruin the name of my alma mater."
The two entered the sixth floor, found their own room, opened the door and slipped in.
The two pretended to kiss, while stroking each other's shoulders and backs, while testing the cameras in the house with small instruments on their fingertips. Everything was normal, and the two of them relaxed. Fang Daichuan raised his neck and moved his wrist.
They had just finished packing when there was a knock on the door.
Fang Daichuan took off his coat, and his suit vest showed a thin waist. He unbuttoned a few buttons on his neckline and ruffled his hair. The policewoman shook off her high heels tacitly, took off her skirt and threw it on the ground, then wrapped her in a quilt.
A waiter outside the door brought wine: "Mr. Lu greets you, and invites you to take a break and come to the first deck. Our ship will leave soon, and there will be an off-duty dance on the first floor."
Fang Daichuan smiled, and casually stuffed a wad of cash: "Thank you."
They changed their clothes, the deck had already started to be lively, and a classical siren sounded.
Fang Daichuan raised his hand and pinched a bruise on his neck, then affectionately pulled his female companion and went downstairs.
People come and go on the first floor deck.
He took a glass of wine and sat leaning against the beach chair by the pool. He put on a shirt and threw the cufflinks on the table beside him. The cuffs were rolled up, revealing half of his forearm.
"Baby, give me a push." Fang Daichuan reached out and grabbed the policewoman's wrist, and with a little force, pulled her all over him, "Come on, give me a kiss."
The two laughed and quarreled for a while, then borrowed their seats and kissed.
"Be smart at the evening banquet," Fang Daichuan's lips wandered between the female partner's ears, and the breath in his throat was filled with shallow panting, and he put it into the microphone, which made several police officers who followed in the boat behind him blush Heartbeat, "I hold them, you go find..."
Before he could finish a sentence, a cat jumped on his head.
Fang Daichuan was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look, there was a black cat, completely black, without a single hair, but its belly was covered with white snow, the cat barked a few times, and licked its front paws , a familiar arrogance in his eyes.
Fang Daichuan suddenly stood up from the beach chair, his heart beating so fast in an instant.
The cat was startled by him, and looked at him with its head tilted. After a while, it reluctantly turned around his right foot twice, and sniffed his trousers. Fang Daichuan half-squatted and half-kneeled, stretched out his hand to touch it, and the silver white plain ring passed through the black cat's smooth fur.
The cat suddenly ran two steps forward, looked back to see that he hadn't followed, then ran over to bite his trousers in small steps.
The policewoman was a little dumbfounded, and wanted to ask him what's the matter, but Fang Daichuan ignored her, and followed the cat quickly, gesticulating with others to follow.
The black cat has a nimble body, walking back and forth among the crowd, turning his head to look at Fang Daichuan from time to time, as if to say how stupid you are. The most attractive look of Lao Tzu in the world, very much like his master.
Fang Daichuan dealt with several people along the way, and after a few pleasantries, he escaped and followed the black cat upstairs from the hall on the first floor of the deck.
The fourth floor was quiet, it was the afternoon, and the guests were all taking a nap in the room or playing downstairs. On the brown long-haired carpet, a black hair ball quietly guided the way. Turning around the guest room area, the viewing platform on the fourth floor is in front of you, and the downstairs is facing the beach chair you just sat on.
Fang Daichuan's heart beat faster and faster, he only thought of one possibility, but he was afraid that he expected too much and would not be able to accept it if it failed. For a moment, he could only hear the roaring blood flow in his own veins.
Turning the corner, the sun shines on the deck, and the sea water in the distance is glowing with dancing light under the sun.
A figure suddenly nailed into his eyes.
The man was half leaning against the railing, and he could only see half of his side face. The fine hairs on the side of his face were fully exposed in the sunlight, and the long flaxen-colored eyelashes were translucent by the sunlight, like half-melted snow, standing on the ground. on his eyelids. He was holding a glass of wine, the golden liquid in the glass slightly swayed sweet golden ripples, and the silver ring on his little finger was dazzling.
Fang Daichuan's eyes were hurt by the light, and he didn't dare to move, for fear of stepping on it and crushing the hard-working dream.
Hearing the movement, the man turned his head slightly, his light amber eyes showed some gray-green undertones in the sunlight.
Li Sinian.
Fang Daichuan roared loudly in his heart.
The sea breeze blows from a distance, and by the swimming pool on the first floor, there are men and women chatting and laughing, with beautiful clothes and temples, and ears and temples rubbing each other.
Fang Daichuan lowered his head and laughed, then stepped out and punched it hard.